Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[clattering]
Bloody mice.
[Largo groans]
Nori?
Okay.
It's a lantern. We use fireflies.
The things we could use it to create could transform Middle-earth.
I tell you, we remain here at our peril.
[objects shattering]
as far as the Elves were concerned.
How bad is it? Can he migrate?
She's making that face. Not that face, Nori...
It's food.
[raspy breathing]
The Elf does.
-[crashes] -[people scream]
-[water gushing] -[all screaming]
Now, go on, fetch me some cold water and some salt.
-[shouting echoes] -[whooshing]
that after he'd stolen them, for weeks,
You don't remember, do you?
[bubbling]
[Nori gasping]
Come on, big fella.
Mm. [licking]
And that is all you need to know.
[whooshing]
I am helping by asking him to help.
Hmm.
-Malva's right. -Yes.
[whispering continues]
[snarling]
They... They sculpt the rock
Hello? It's me. It's me, Nori.
It's just for one night.
-Well, pull harder! -Shh!
All right, smart-foot. Then what is he?
-[coughing] -[growling]
Of course they do, Nori, what a silly question.
the diplomatic achievement of the age.
[crackling]
I... It has turned my heart, my lord.
[King Durin] There can be no trust between hammer and rock.
[exclaiming heartily]
[breathing heavily]
Are you acquainted with the work of Lord Celebrimbor?
[whispering in other language]
accompanied by Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion.
[exclaiming]
The worm.
Friend. Just a friend.
Hope it's not Harfoots.
[mockingly] Mmm.
Help us!